Everybody needs a safe haven, where you can cut yourself off from business, ringing phones, incoming mails, facebook beeping, … and all the anoying noises of day-to-day life. Mine are some tiny moorland lakes, deep in the heart of the quiet and unfrequented „hinterland“ of Lake Constance. Its a place where I can sit down without thinking about anything, switching on my camera without the need to produce something big, without haste and preasure. There is always time and space to try something new, playing around with the unusual … like today: the results are three studies of some birch trees, mirroring in tiny moorland ponds while swaying in the wind.